Sunday, January 30, 2005

POEM: Promises


Pinky swear
Children preaching
Promises to be fair
A serious childhood game
Of how to care

Promise me
An assurance for integrity
A phrase sometimes taken lightly and
Thrown back to sea



Copyright ©2004 J. R. Hollyday

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:13:00 PM

    What I like about this is how it shifts in the last line and suddenly we're out to sea from being playground safe. Brilliant stuff!

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  2. Anonymous12:33:00 PM

    I really like this. I have worked with children now for over 15 years.....To my surprise, understanding children has helped me immeasurably in dealing with adults. I suppose the answer to your question is that from my experience who we are never really changes from the time we are children. Our behavior and how we present ourselves changes with experience. Very nice work here:)

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  3. Anonymous12:57:00 AM

    Great visual read, I got the innocence and power that a promise should have. great poem, simple, yet eloquent

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  4. Anonymous2:18:00 PM

    I really do enjoy and relate to your words. At 72, I have been practicing to be dead for some time (I do have a stand-in on standby.) As for "Promises", I was serious about deed, then words. If I can give a man an offer which he cannot refuse, then I will trust his integrity to honor his promise. Cynical thought, perhaps, but true in most cases. Jeannette, when I worked at Paramount in the early 1950's, it was the same even then. Promises made were only a way to what the individual wanted from another, with no intention of honoring anything. It never happened to me, but to so many people that I knew. The strange thing was that it was the accepted way of doing business. I could bore you for hours, but I will stop. There is nothing worse than listening to tales from an older generation. Are you still awake? Writing extremely well is a talent of yours, so I will not insult you with "Keep up the good work!" Sincerely, Lyle

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